st patricks day – donald, where’s your trousers? lyrics
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i just down from the isle of skye
i’m no very big but i’m awful shy
all the l-ssies shout as i walk by,
“donald, where’s your trousers?”
let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
through the streets in my kilt i go
all the l-ssies cry, “h-llo!
donald, where’s your trousers?”
i went to a fancy ball
it was slippery in the hall
i was afeared that i may fall
because i nay had on trousers
i went down to london town
to have a little fun in the underground
all the ladies turned their heads around, saying,
“donald, where’s your trousers?”
the l-ssies love me every one
but they must catch me if they can
you canna put the brakes on a highland man, saying,
“donald, where’s your trousers?”
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